Gao Wu: The strongest legend of Myth

Chapter 495

The hexagrams appear.

Hundreds of Tian Lei appeared.

After locking, all of them fall.

The middle -aged scribes screamed, and all virtual shadows were destroyed.

He forcibly impacted him, but he could not escape under the blockade of the eight arms.

This is the terrible of the eight -line map.

Mainly used for the field control.

Don’t look at Zhuge Liang just suppressing a Luo Yu Tian Sheng, but in fact, he is suppressing the audience.

It is easy to defeat the sages, but it is too difficult to kill them.

They have too much life -saving means, and they will let them run away a little.

Zhuge Liang considered this.

The middle -aged scribes also saw that Li Mu came towards him step by step with the field of war.

“Want to kill the saint, it’s not so easy!”

He looked very resolute.

A dark bead appeared in his hands, the breath of death was surging, and there were countless injustices roaring.

Liang Sheng was quoted by this breath and looked at it suddenly. He saw many familiar people in the beads, roaring, “Liang Kong, there are countless people in my ten people!”

This is a bead of death, and it is also the pearl of the ghost.

The power to gather death, absorb the dead soul, and form a powerful power.

The ten people were slaughtered.

The dead souls were sucked in.

Liang Sheng roared, anger was difficult to control.

He encountered cruel massacre during his lifetime, and he encountered such torture after his death.

What a sage he counts is to die, and he cannot make up for his big mistake.

Middle -aged scribes followed the south of the Shengxuan dynasty to fight the north. Each time they slaughtered, they took these dead souls into the pearl of death and enhanced his strength.

He also practiced the holy way of death.

“I have used thousands of years, slaughter countless creatures, and the dead beads formed. I don’t have to use it.” I really don’t want to use it. ”

Middle -aged scribes also hate.

Li Mu stood up heavy guns, and said coldly: “Rest assured, the revenge of the ten tribe, I will report it for you.”

Chapter 340 Dedication of Sage of Sage, Dingfan Yanzhuangxia [Three more]

Li Mu iron was cold.

By kill middle -aged scribes today.

Expand greater results.

Liang Sheng looked at Li Mu gratefully, knowing that he had no way to kill the enemy at all with his own strength, but to revenge can only use the power of the big dryness.

Middle -aged scribes look gloomy.

Forced him to the road.

The opponent has killed Shengxuan Yisheng.

He did not doubt the other person’s ruthlessness. As long as he had the opportunity, he would definitely be cruel and killed him.

Death madness sweeps.

Middle -aged scribes crushed the black beads in their hands and bombarded! A cold from the bottom of my heart, the torrent of the interior, washed out.

This black bead is equivalent to a holy weapon.

Refined with the death of endless creatures.

It is too rare than many holy instruments.

It can only be used once.

He extremely believed in the power of black beads, which spent thousands of years and invested infinite energy. As long as it broke out, even Tiansheng could not bear it directly.

Otherwise, the origin of the Holy Road will be deprived of the force of death.

At the same time, the outbreak of death is also impacting the eight -armed map.

The rumbling, like a giant sea frenzy, the death of the death directly impacted to Li Mu, and the infinite ghost was growing, stretched out his hand, and pulled Li Mu.

This is not critical.

Inside, there are still several souls of the holy realm, which has become a black black.

Of course, this sage is not his killing, but the opponents of the Saint Xuan Emperor’s county fighting countless games.

“Today, you need your life!”

Middle -aged scribes roar.

This is his greatest life -saving means, and he is also relying on the sage status in the Holy Xuan Dynasty.

After using it this time, he didn’t know how long it would take for years, and how many beings to slaughter to condense again.

Hate.

At this moment, the torrent of death has flooded Li Mu.

“The crooked door is evil, it is difficult to block the mighty division, and it is invincible.”

Li Mu was standing.

The iron battlefield swept crazy.

Numerous thousands of troops appeared in the field of war, as if summoning British Spirit, spanning the epic of the years, and running through the torrent of time and space. Movement of iron blood blows.

This means scared countless people.

Li Mu took the ancient battlefield and knocked on the spirit of the ancient battlefield. The torrent of death collapsed directly on his way.

The countless deaths that sucked in, all collapsed, and they were liberated with them.

“Can’t stop!”

Middle -aged scribes were scared and retreated.

He regarded it as the most powerful means, but before Li Mu, he did not obtain too useful means, but was destroyed by him.

He was scared.

Li Mu returned, and the torrent of the bloody war impacted on the middle -aged scribes, and burst his body into it, covering it inside.

The sage sages are extremely angry.

Middle -aged scribes cannot escape.

In fact, beheading a sage is an extremely difficult thing, but you can run.

But Zhuge Liang was here, sealed the sky, and blocked the escape of middle -aged scribes.

Although middle -aged scribes cultivate the law of death, regarding the lives of others as ants, they are really dead, but he is more frightened than anyone else.

The death is too cruel, and the cultivation of tens of thousands of years has been turned into a phantom.

“Adult, save me!”

Middle -aged scribes are sought at ancient times.

But where can Gu Tianyou save him.

Li Jing turned into the king of heaven. Although he was heaven, he couldn’t help him.

“War Altar!”

Li Mu had a horrible sacred instrument.

A bloody altar stood in the void.

Even the torrent of death was sucked in, sacrificing, and turned out of the hesitation of iron blood war, bombarding on the middle -aged scribes.

The middle -aged scribes were twisted.

He struggled crazy.

He was actually sacrificed.